Time To Deliver

Written by: Beverly Briatico

Smug, callous you  stand beneath the smoldering rays of stifling sun, 
to denounce your connection to those more vulnerable than you.   
Have you forgotten the times when desecrated hummers stood smoldering 
against parched roadsides, 
burning the remnants of a nation seized under your power 
your whipping post. 
I may not be the brightest on earth 
but I will take you to my grave, 
and lay you across my naked breast 
the uneven beat of my heart 
bears witness to the cold, clenching of your fist against my ribcage, 
begging me to let you go.  
Your mine now, 
not in your command as you once knew it.  
How unfamiliar the surroundings, 
these terms by which I play the game.                                                                              
Will my expectations be anything more than what you can deliver 
That is a question I cannot answer.